"Oh you like them too? My ex loved them."
A night of picking hearts and breaking pockets.
The happiness of feeling the warmth of another beside him
tainted by a knowledge that it won't last.
Small talk made while picking up clothes from the bedroom floor.
They leave the flat and walk to the bus stop together.
A reluctant kiss as they part.
There won't be any future between them.
They both know they didn't swap numbers.
Sort of biographical, mostly not.
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